Mission Statement lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, before you take them on this ride with you. Just know you gotta show these motherf*ckers. You gotta show them what is that sh*t is that you get. This ain’t no f*cking rapper, this ain’t no artist. You a movement, (Diamond Lane) you the struggle, you the vibe. You're Chachi, baby. Now start this b*tch. Oh, and um, It’ll all make sense by the fourth quarter

[Verse]
Chachi!
n*ggas choose a dumb dollar over smart pennies
If they don’t see the strings attached, don’t mean they ain’t any
If you ain’t took a loss, then most likely you can’t feel me
Had it up, I’m one hundred, that’s two fifties - always
Unless I’m dealing with this b*tches
'Cause handling the real ain’t really in they intuition
Baby mamas included, take heed 'fore you be sorry
One of mine f*cked the homie, another one f*ckin' robbed me
From industry roles to eye level with Glocks
Survived time after time, like watches chasing the clock, Chachi
Still standing, still 3-5-4 banging
Till my numbers in the rafters, look at 3-5-4 hanging
'Fore I’m done I'ma have the world 3-5-4 banging
Bad b*tches 'round L-A bet I 3-5-4 banged it
Yea, di*k swinging on another level
Y'all n*ggas angels acting like the f*cking devil
Had some deals on the table but I backed out
Counted mills on the table 'fore I plaqued out
Had a three-way with your girl, yea, we maxed out
But I don’t remember sh*t, boy, I blacked out
Bird told me before I go I gotta teach him something
If it ain't brought about no change, then its all for nothin'
Duckin' range, homies killed, sh*t it’s all for nothin'
Diamond motherf*cking lane, sh*t it’s all or nothin'
Staying tall at Jabbar, we don’t fall for nothin'
We let these clown n*ggas be clowns, we just sit and watch
We got ours out the mud, we don’t know no stoppin'
And put our backs against the wall, you gonna hear them shots
Drak Drak, got me walkin' with my cash out
Pull up drunk, f*ck your girl like I'm fresh out
Pick my youngin' from the county, boy, he fresh out
Public defender tried to screw him but he straight now
Mind tickin', politickin' on another million
Everything is about precision, youngin' sit and listen
Don’t get high and make decisions, when you on your mission
My last n*gga that didn’t listen doin' life in prison
She got me sick, I need to heal up
Feel it in my stomach like a sit up
n*ggas all said I fell off, oh, I needed that
Yea, say ol' boy took my spot, well I need it back
f*ck, whats happenin?
Don’t make a n*gga count a hundred thousand out
Don’t make me start f*cking n*ggas hoes again
Don’t make me start running up on n*ggas with mirrors
Makin' it easy for n*ggas to see how hoe they is
I ain’t playin' nice wit n*ggas for no rap verse
And I ain’t actin' like I like you for no rap verse
Must I remind you n*ggas, I was in the trap first
And I ain’t get thrown a P, Bro I push stacks first
Sole survivor’s in my blood, check my DNA
[?] in a skirt I’ll be a okay
My new b*tch body bang like an 808
Stay with that heat, 2-2-3’s Bape NMDs
Diamond freeze, cold world needed heated seats
These f*cking streets will turn a yee into a f*cking beast
Still got a thang for cute b*tches wearing buns
Freak pretty hoes and every b*tch that's 'bout they funds
My girl f*cked a real n*gga now she hate lames
Still with my day ones, can you say the same?
n*gga, can you say the same?
If you can't you got to live knowing you to blame
Chachi, n*gga